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I dream I can Fly

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What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

Frequently I fall down because of a balance problem I have, to the point that now I have to use a walker to avoid wounds. Maybe this is the reason why I have a recurring dream since childhood.

I’m walking and suddenly I begin to jump. At first, short jumps, like a little bird just out of its nest. Then larger, graceful jumps, like a classic dancer who stays suspended in the air by the spell of the music. Finally I take impulse and begin to go up higher and higher, till all around me is air and I realise I’m flying.

There are no noises up here. No traffic, No asphalt. No hard soil. Only clear light, fresh air, and some birds flying happily around me. Somehow I feel safe and I’m conscious I’m enjoying a new freedom. I’m sure I can’t fall down and hurt myself. I love having a bird’s eye view of the city. Everything seems so neat and orderly. Squares and lines, with life. From up here I can’t see the filth or hear the noises.

I decide to follow the direction of the wind and fly over the countryside. Green and yellow in the summer. Bigger squares where the farmers have their fields, colourful and neat.  I feel happy and healthy. I decide to go further, towards my loved sea. When I approach the seashore, I meet lots of noisy and fast seagulls. Too much for me. So I decide to go down to the beach. I land softly a deserted spot.

I end my journey with a quiet walk, my feet bathed by the waves, my face against the marine breeze, enjoying the sunset.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).

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Sunrise, sunset

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How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).

Since I wake up at at 6:30, I say hello to the sunrise almost every day. Nothing special come to my mind. i live in an apartment with no very good sights. So I only notice how, gradually, the light increases. Nothing romantic. No golden rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains, creating a warm and peaceful environment. Just day light in my kitchen where I’m usually busy with breakfast. What happened today? Nothing out of the usual.

I like sunrises and sunsets in nature above all in the mountain and over the sea. Contemplate the changing colours in the horizon gives me peace.

Every sunrise, every sunset, even those that pass unoticed, because they are not spectacular, means the inexorable flow of the time.

As the Fiddler on the Roof’s song says:

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

New Dawn.